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What I wish I did for my Birthday.....

First, What I did on my Birthday:

I recently turned 24, which makes me almost the age where I start lying about my age. 'Round about 27, i'll be 24 again. Sounds about right...
Anyway, I actually went to work on my birthday, which people kind of look at me like i'm crazy cuz I rather make money then spend it. If that's the case, somebody needs
to tie me up and put me in a rubber room. Cause I'm just KA-RAY-ZAY!
What's really ironic was the fact that I went to a wake. On my birthday. It was for a relative of a close friend, so it's all good. Just got me thinking how f-ed up it would be if I droped dead on the ride to work. Then people would say "Damn, she's crazy, died driving to work on her birthday coming from a funeral...That's what you get when you don't goto the club." That, would be F-ed up .

Now, WHAT I WISH I DID FOR MY BIRTHDAY....is goto the Build-a-Bear store.
I saw a commercial for it. It's kind of a Chucky Cheese thing where each kid gets to design their own teddy bear and put alittle heart inside after making a wish. I would have gotten like 20 of my adult friends, in all seriousness to show up wearing their best gold chains and doo-rags. My homie Killa Keith would bring his boombox that he uses in his car cuz his radio got stolen, my homegirl Big D would bring some Coronas since she's half Puerto Rican/ half Black, I figure she got the hook up either way you look at it. And we all would just start making these lil bears, just like the kids do. And when it comes time to make a wish we would all wish at the same time that P. Diddy would stop trying to "Make a Band" and it would come true, due to the collective power of "keeping it real".

And then we would leave and goto a strip club.

Posted by TastyKeish at 6:18 AM


Wish for, pay for, kill for...ANYTHING to stop P. Diddy!

Bring on the Bondage Bears!

By Blogger TheDevilishSaint, at 10:35 PM  

Ya know I just realized something...

I can get out my bling bling, my sideways hat, and my FUBU gear with my 2 Pac Forever cds and come wit ya to bust out dem bears.

By Blogger TheDevilishSaint, at 10:37 PM  

every year on my birthday I'm sure that I will get run over. Hasn't happened yet!

By Anonymous pia, at 3:59 PM  

thems some kick ass bears.. and happy birthday (belated)... lap dances all around!

By Blogger mcgibfried, at 12:00 AM  

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